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Venom

Loner

Master Fighter (275)

Master Intellectual (279)

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age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
6714
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
1,333
player
KatG6

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09-18-2020, 06:30 PM
The girl stiffened as Venom pressed herself close, but she wasn’t going to be going anywhere fast if she startled. The new Empress already had that long figured out. It seemed like the injured woman had as well, all of the flight was gone from her and the only way she’d make it through was if she still had some fight. Venom helped as much as was needed, seeing the value in the wolf if she could be brought to recovery within Ashen.

”Can you?” The godlet asked, not hiding any doubt she had. For now the smaller girl could walk on her own, but who was to say that by the last leg of the trip Venom had her on her shoulders. Thankfully she was small enough that tactic would work out. ”Come on, I’ll get you to the pack one way or another.” She meant the words in however many ways they could be interpreted. ”There’ll be someone to look at your wounds closer when we arrive.” Though she wasn’t sure who at this point. Her healers were all very nearly non-existent. Then they might talk about her newfound place in the Ashen Empire, after they healed her wounds she’d been indebted of course. Perhaps she’s asuage some of Chimera’s negative energy.
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